#pros again: honestly? i do like that nellie's just flat out imagining all kinds of things now. she's definitely starting to crack.

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At some point, she imagined that Samuel was alive again, and laying next to her – that she could lean over, or turn her head, and ask him about England – but she had known him well, and scarcely had to imagine what he would tell her – that London was a smoky and crowded and stinking, and that he could have crossed the Thames without getting his feet wet on the strength of the river-traffic, and that the Legal Quays had the spoils of all the world crammed down in them, and that compared to London Boston truly was a dusty little place. Never a poet, Samuel would have closed his observations with “They speak English there, and trade for goods; what else is there for a man to know?”

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